Four figures emerged from the main building, their presence immediately commanding attention despite no visible displays of power.
Luna's Empath skill flared as she registered their emotional auras.
These four were different. Their emotions were... guarded and controlled. Like looking at a fortress wall instead of an open field.
The middle-aged man with greying hair spoke first, his voice carrying the authority of someone used to command.
"You're back… About time."
But as Gregor's eyes found Luna, something felt... off.
He looked at this black-haired girl and found himself thinking she was trustworthy.
Without knowing anything about her and without any logical reason.
'What...'
Beside him, Vash frowned slightly, his blunt nature showing confusion for just a moment before his expression cleared.
Castor's analytical eyes narrowed almost imperceptibly, his sharp mind catching something wrong with his own reaction.
